I Love You But I Think I Could Kill You For A Bribe
Your face, my face
It's hot in the cold room
Thinking of the last night
You happy in my pocket,
You happy in my pocket
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
Sex aint the no.1 thing any more
I prefer to sit at home and watch colour tv
Building a career will only end in tears today
I'd rather sit at home and just dream of money
Your skin, my skin
No one has the need for haste
Explore me with fire fingers
I undo your buttons
I undo your buttons
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
Sex aint the no.1 thing any more
I prefer to sit at home and watch colour tv
Building a career will only end in tears today
I'd rather sit at home and just dream of money
You and me, on the settee
It's very nice, but for a price
There comes a time, when cash tastes sweeter...
Your face, my face
I catch you in my clothes
The craze is much too strong...
Even in the darkest dungeons
There's a man who's writing
The most beautiful songs in the world...
You kick off your blue shoes...
They go tumbling around by the fireplace baby
It's hot in the cold room
Thinking of the last night
You happy in my pocket,
You happy in my pocket
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
Sex aint the no.1 thing any more
I prefer to sit at home and watch colour tv
Building a career will only end in tears today
I'd rather sit at home and just dream of money
Your skin, my skin
No one has the need for haste
Explore me with fire fingers
I undo your buttons
I undo your buttons
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
I love you but I think I could kill you for a bribe
Sex aint the no.1 thing any more
I prefer to sit at home and watch colour tv
Building a career will only end in tears today
I'd rather sit at home and just dream of money
You and me, on the settee
It's very nice, but for a price
There comes a time, when cash tastes sweeter...
Your face, my face
I catch you in my clothes
The craze is much too strong...
Even in the darkest dungeons
There's a man who's writing
The most beautiful songs in the world...
You kick off your blue shoes...
They go tumbling around by the fireplace baby
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